Showing posts with label Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Sunday, March 31, 2013
People just ain't no good
I think that's well understood
You can see it everywhere you look
People just ain't no good
We were married under cherry trees
Under blossom we made our vows
All the blossoms come sailing down
Through the streets and through the playgrounds
The sun would stream on the sheets
Awoken by the morning bird
We'd buy the Sunday newspapers
And never read a single word
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good
Seasons came, Seasons went
The winter stripped the blossoms bare
A different tree now lines the streets
Shaking its fists in the air
The winter slammed us like a fist
The windows rattling in the gales
To which she drew the curtains
Made out of her wedding veils
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good at all
To our love send a dozen white lilies
To our love send a coffin of wood
To our love let all the pink-eyed pigeons coo
That people they just ain't no good
To our love send back all the letters
To our love a valentine of blood
To our love let all the jilted lovers cry
That people they just ain't no good
It ain't that in their hearts they're bad
They can comfort you, some even try
They nurse you when you're ill of health
They bury you when you go and die
It ain't that in their hearts they're bad
They'd stick by you if they could
Ah but that's just bullshit, baby
People just ain't no good
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good at all
Monday, December 17, 2012
take a little walk to the edge of town, go across the tracks
where the viaduct looms, like a bird of doom as it shifts and cracks
where secrets lie in the border fires, in the humming wires
hey man, you know you're never coming back
past the square, past the bridge, past the mills, past the stacks
on a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man
in a dusty black coat with a red right hand
he'll wrap you in his arms, tell you that you've been a good boy
he'll rekindle all the dreams it took you a lifetime to destroy
he'll reach deep into the hole, heal your shrinking soul
but there won't be a single thing that you can do
he's a god, he's a man, he's a ghost, he's a guru
they're whispering his name through this disappearing land
but hidden in his coat is a red right hand
you don't have no money? he'll get you some
you don't have no car? he'll get you one
you don't have no self-respect, you feel like an insect
well don't you worry buddy, cause here he comes
through the ghettos and the barrio and the bowery and the slum
a shadow is cast wherever he stands
stacks of green paper in his red right hand
you'll see him in your nightmares, you'll see him in your dreams
he'll appear out of nowhere but he ain't what he seems
you'll see him in your head, on the TV screen
hey buddy, I'm warning you to turn it off
he's a ghost, he's a god, he's a man, he's a guru
you're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan
designed and directed by his red right hand
where the viaduct looms, like a bird of doom as it shifts and cracks
where secrets lie in the border fires, in the humming wires
hey man, you know you're never coming back
past the square, past the bridge, past the mills, past the stacks
on a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man
in a dusty black coat with a red right hand
he'll wrap you in his arms, tell you that you've been a good boy
he'll rekindle all the dreams it took you a lifetime to destroy
he'll reach deep into the hole, heal your shrinking soul
but there won't be a single thing that you can do
he's a god, he's a man, he's a ghost, he's a guru
they're whispering his name through this disappearing land
but hidden in his coat is a red right hand
you don't have no money? he'll get you some
you don't have no car? he'll get you one
you don't have no self-respect, you feel like an insect
well don't you worry buddy, cause here he comes
through the ghettos and the barrio and the bowery and the slum
a shadow is cast wherever he stands
stacks of green paper in his red right hand
you'll see him in your nightmares, you'll see him in your dreams
he'll appear out of nowhere but he ain't what he seems
you'll see him in your head, on the TV screen
hey buddy, I'm warning you to turn it off
he's a ghost, he's a god, he's a man, he's a guru
you're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan
designed and directed by his red right hand
Friday, August 10, 2012
Young Hunting
Get down, get down, little Henry Lee
And stay all night with me
You won't find a girl in this damn world
That will compare with me
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
I can't get down and I won't get down
And stay all night with thee
For the girl I have in that merry green land
I love far better than thee
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
She leaned herself against a fence
Just for a kiss or two
And with a little pen-knife held in her hand
She plugged him through and through
And the wind did roar and the wind did moan
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
Come take him by his lilly-white hands
Come take him by his feet
And throw him in this deep deep well
Which is more than one hundred feet
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
Lie there, lie there, little Henry Lee
Till the flesh drops from your bones
For the girl you have in that merry green land
Can wait forever for you to come home
And the wind did howl and the wind did moan
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
painting- Nixi-lala
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